Ecclesiastes: Free my heart.

My “staging area” above. Packing is almost finished. I left for Ethiopia almost three years ago, to the day, that I’m flying to Belize. Six weeks, rather than four months. All seem like very short times. All are eternities when you live them.

I picked the color orange for my locks, this time around. But the code is the same: the date of my first kiss, backwards and condensed.

Three years ago, leaving home to travel was terrifying and lonely. Now, it’s a return home, a return to self.